This is one of the most luxurious hotels in Tokyo and even Japan. It is located in the Marunouchi business district, across the street from the Kyoto Royal Garden, and only a few minutes away from the Ginza shopping mall. The presidential suite on the top floor is extremely gorgeous.
Caesar's half body was immersed in the bathtub, and the water temperature was 39 degrees Celsius, which is the most suitable for the human body. The decoration style of his room was gorgeous Nordic style, with velvet carpets covering every corner of the room, and when he looked up, he could see the crystal-embedded chandelier reflecting the light.
Under the colorful light, there are all kinds of champagne and red wine in the wine cabinet, and the fruit plate contains lotus mist from Taiwan, golden mangoes from Thailand and the famous "hanginglv" lychees flown from southern China.
From the moment they stepped into the hotel, the waitresses in tight-fitting cheongsams with high slits were waiting for them. They bowed deeply to reveal the looming whiteness of their chests. Waiting at the end of the line was the general manager of the hotel.
He happily shook hands with the three Caesars one by one, as solemnly as a leader's arrival ceremony. He told the chef that the chef would be on call for the three Caesars 24 hours a day, whether they wanted breakfast or a late night snack.
Ask at any time and meals will be delivered to everyone's bedroom within ten minutes.
Of course ordinary people would think this place is paradise when they come here, and they don't want to leave. But in fact, ever since Caesar submerged in the water in the bathtub, he has been thinking about why the Japanese branch treated them so favorably. They are obviously a group of people who like to torture people.
He is a pervert, but even he, as the young master of the Gattuso family, cannot find fault with the services he arranges.
Of course he had to show confidence and elegance in front of Chu Zihang and Lu Mingfei, but he always felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't explain why. He just felt that such a perfect arrangement seemed familiar, like a...
A golden cage?
Caesar shook his head slightly. He didn't want to think about this now. He held up the wine glass and drank the clear wine in one gulp, then took out his phone and opened his inbox... Still no reply from Nono.
It's been a long time, and he hasn't been able to contact Nuonuo. The girl who was apparently engaged disappeared for no reason... just like a bride who ran away from a wedding.
But he didn't believe that Nuonuo would run away because she had already promised him. Everything about that quirky girl was unpredictable, but she was the only one who was always stubborn about what she promised.
Caesar checked her status in the Norma system as usual, and everything was normal, which meant that the girl was still fine.
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"So, you are being monitored?" There was a playful female voice on the other end of the phone.
"Yes, there are more than twenty security guards in the corridor on the top floor of the hotel, patrolling 24 hours a day, and there are even more security guards at the hotel gate. They change shifts every two hours, and there is no interval between shifts. This is obviously not in line with the business order of a regular hotel.
." Chu Zihang sat by the window and said into the phone, "And when I came up, I noticed that there are particularly many surveillance cameras on this floor."
"Ah!" the girl exclaimed, "then you were watched while you were taking a shower? They wouldn't post the video online, would they? Would they use this to threaten you?"
The corner of Chu Zihang's mouth twitched, "The bathroom is safe."
"What a pity!" The girl said in a very regretful tone, "I was also thinking that if you were photographed, you could buy a copy from them. It can not only threaten you, but you can also turn it out and enjoy it when you are bored. How great!"
Chu Zihang was speechless. Sure enough, even if the relationship between the two has improved, Xia Mi... is still the same Xia Mi.
"Then you and senior brother Mingfei sleep in the same room?" Xia Mi asked.
"No, the Japanese branch has made very thoughtful arrangements. Our suite has three bedrooms, and the styles are designed according to our respective preferences." Chu Zihang said, "Caesar has a Nordic style, and my bedroom is full of log furniture.
In Lu Mingfei's room, as long as you turn on the TV, there will be classic TV series such as "Tokyo Love Story" and new Japanese comics with Chinese subtitles. In addition, there is a large-screen computer, top-notch configuration and ultra-high Internet speed.
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"It sounds great. With a house like this, I can never go out for the rest of my life!" Xia Mi shouted excitedly, "Aren't you satisfied with this?"
"It's not dissatisfaction, but it's too exaggerated. The Japanese branch is notoriously difficult to get along with. They have no reason to treat us so favorably." Chu Zihang said, "But if we talk about preferential treatment, why do we need to use exaggerated police force and surveillance
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"You mean... this is a 'Hongmen Banquet'?" Xia Mi asked.
"'Hongmen Banquet' is not accurate either. They just dropped us off at the hotel and left. They didn't explain anything. They didn't mention anything about the mission. However, the arrangements in the hotel were so grand. It seemed like they were trying to please us.
It's like surveillance." Chu Zihang said, "I feel like the Japanese branch wants to trap us here."
"Trapped you?" Xia Mi whispered, "If I trap you... what benefits can they gain?"
"I don't know." Chu Zihang said, "But it seems like they don't want us to leave. The Japanese branch has always been mysterious. There must be something they don't want us to see if they don't let us move freely in Japan."
"Then just stay calm. Anyway, you don't have to worry about food and clothing now... Damn it! The more I think about it, the angrier it becomes. You are not on a business trip. You are clearly going to have fun!"
"But……"
"Don't worry about it. The ancients said that when you come, you will be in peace... Ah, my TV series has started. I won't tell you anymore. Remember to go to bed on time and drink a cup of hot milk before going to bed." The girl sweetly confessed.
,"Good night."
"Good night." Chu Zihang also said softly.
The phone was hung up. It was raining outside the window, and the patter seemed to have no beginning and no end. But Chu Zihang did not stare at the rain curtain this time. Instead, he looked down at the words "17 minutes and 21 seconds" and "13 minutes and 14 seconds" on the screen of his mobile phone.
Seconds", "38 minutes and 38 seconds" call duration... The records show today, yesterday and the day before yesterday... The same girl calls at random times every day, chatting all the time.
This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! Maybe he is excitedly introducing what treasure TV series he has dug up today, or he is sighing and complaining that he has another day of class tomorrow and wants to skip school... even if it is a common topic
He can also be chatted with by girls in a very interesting way, and Chu Zihang will no longer be bored by girls’ nagging.
Like this, day after day, never missing.
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At this moment in Lu Mingfei's bedroom.
On the 65-inch TV screen, "Tokyo Love Story" is playing the beginning of the story. An uneasy Kanji comes to Tokyo from Ehime Prefecture and is about to meet Rika for the first time at the airport, and the girl's sweet smile... the sound of the TV
Turned up to the maximum, it echoes in every corner of the house. The joys, sorrows and joys of the characters in the play seem to penetrate through the screen into reality.
The computer screen was open, showing an interstellar interface. Jay Chou's songs were randomly playing in the music list, and cheerful or sad melodies were humming softly in the headphones. However, on the soft gaming chair in front of the table, there were only songs in maid outfits.
Asahina Mikuru, a big pillow as tall as a person.
The shower head in the bathroom was slowly discharging water, and there was no one in the huge bathroom.
Lu Mingfei disappeared from the room at some point. He disappeared into the bustling Tokyo and into this endless rainy night. The small Peninsula Hotel could not trap a man who came for love.
Before meeting the girl, he at least wanted to see the city where she lived, leaving his own traces in the high-rise buildings, in the streets and alleys, in this land where fate is intertwined.
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At the same time, in the mountains outside Tokyo, the slender branches of the cherry trees were bent by the night wind, sending out snow-like petals. Amidst the flying pink and white cherry snow, thousands of men in black wore short swords with white sheaths on their waists.
, they bowed deeply three times in front of the stone steps, then lined up in the aisles, watching seven figures in kimonos walking past them until they passed through the dilapidated torii gate.
Among the seven people, the men were wearing black patterned haori, while the women were wearing traditional black furisode, with more solemn white socks and clogs at their feet. Their expressions were solemn, as if they were attending a funeral, and their clogs were stepping on the pavement.
The road full of cherry blossoms looks like flowing through a pink-white river.
The red paint on the torii has almost peeled off a long time ago, and the charred burn marks make the red and black wood pillars look even more dilapidated. The stone walls are soaked with clusters of blood stains that cannot be washed away by years of rain. From the outer wall
Spreading into the deep stone crevices, it is history that has been deliberately preserved and remembered. It has always maintained its original appearance, and no one dares to erase it.
"The evening breeze blows on the mountain, and the sea of clouds hangs low. It looks like a storm is about to come." Standing in front is an old man with silver hair among the seven people. He bent down and offered three sticks of incense.
The crowd behind him, like a black sea, bent down and bowed deeply. The cigarettes were scattered in the heavy rain. No one dared to raise their head unless the old man got up.
Because the old man is the current head of the Tachibana family and the current head of the Sheqi Eighth Family, Masamune Tachibana.
Further ahead is the main hall of the shrine. Compared with the torii gate, the classical building does not have any sense of dilapidation. It seems that it has been carefully renovated every year. Every inch of the vermilion stone wall is engraved with the atmosphere of history, and the years are peeling off the wall.
There are traces of weathering.
Nearly a hundred black cars blocked the entrance to the shrine, and thugs in black suits stood around. They had submachine guns or tachi in their waists. The knives are sharp killing weapons, and the guns are filled with genuine ammunition.
.Their sinister eyes swept in all directions, eyeing every dark place except the shrine.
It is now the time for the internal meeting of the Snake Qihachi family. Except for family members, no one is allowed to come near this shrine. Anyone who comes will die.
After the first seven people entered the main hall, the personal followers could slowly follow them, and then came the Wuyangyang men of each family. Black umbrellas were placed in patches in the yard in front of the main hall, like huge dark clouds covering the ground.
The crowd was as dense as a flock of black crows, but there was no pushing or fighting, and they were even extremely silent. They followed their respective family heads in an orderly manner, not at all like a mafia family that violently treats others, but more
Like a well-trained army.
The outer wall of the main hall is a rough stone wall, but the inner wall is a circle of colorful ukiyo-e paintings, which are extremely gorgeous and shocking. The ghosts, gods and monsters seem to be ignited in the paintings, with black fire burning on their bodies, and their eyes
Shining with crimson light, standing high above the floating clouds and flames, it is as if you are gazing at the world from a painting.
The heads of the household stepped on the dark tatami and sat down in their respective positions with familiarity. There were soju and exquisite snacks on the table in front of them, but no one moved, and their eyes were uniformly looking at the silver man on the main seat.
The white-haired old man. Hundreds of men and women in black knelt down behind their head of the family with their heads bowed. They knew their position in this huge family very well, because everyone's name was preceded by one of the eight surnames.
You won’t make the mistake of kneeling down.
There are eight small tables in front of the main hall. On the tables are eight long knives with different handles. Eight different family crests are tattooed in gold on the handles. There are sixteen-petal chrysanthemums from the Tachibana family, and those from the Minamoto family.
Gentian, Bamboo and Sparrow from the Uesugi family, Akari from the Inuyama family, Spider from the Fuma family, Horsehead from the Ryoma family, Phoenix from the Sakurai family and Yasha from the Miyamoto family. All eight heads of the family will attend this family meeting.
Only the head of the Yuan family has not yet arrived.
The scene is extremely solemn and silent, and the sound of breathing is suppressed as much as possible. This is a shrine passed down from generation to generation by the Sheqi family. The souls of the ancestors sleep here, standing in the underworld and staring at the world. No one would make an inappropriate comment in such a solemn occasion.
The voice... except for a girl... to be precise, the head of the Uesugi family.
If there are outsiders present, they will be surprised to find that the house owners in the front row are all middle-aged or old people with black and white hair, but the Uesugi family is actually a young girl... She is simply too young, compared with those old people who have gone through many vicissitudes of life.
Out of place.
The girl's face was covered by a black gauze. She was actually wearing a black-patterned haori that was only worn by men. However, the loose clothes could not cover her slim figure. The slender shoulders of the kimono drooped naturally.
The girl's full and graceful lines are faintly outlined, which is the beautiful figure that only young girls have.
She has a pair of smart eyes, like translucent crimson treasures, and her burgundy hair is spread on the back of her waist. If the black haori is replaced by a red and white Taoist uniform, the girl will look like an ancient Japanese shrine maiden. The girl's posture
She is so beautiful that people yearn for what kind of beauty is hidden under her mysterious black veil.
At this time, only the head of the Uesugi family did not look at Masamune Nagatachibana, the head of the house. She was staring at the table.
"In fact, everyone can become light by their own strength!"
Familiar lines echoed in the main hall of the main hall. They were the classic lines from "Ultraman Tega". They were played from the tablet under the head table of the Uesugi family at the maximum volume.
At first, she was still sitting neatly behind her desk, just like a primary school student in class waiting for the teacher to lecture. But she was one of the first to enter the room, just sitting behind the parents, and it was a meeting at the family shrine.
It required too much preparation beforehand, and it had not been held yet. She was a little bored waiting.
It seems that in her opinion, the boring wait is better than taking the opportunity to watch an episode of TV that she has been thinking about. As for whether the ancestors who were in the underworld will be so angry that they come back to life... this is not within her scope of consideration.